Dear Calcirast, if you're curious about the arn, you'll be like a sad, deafening dog.

I tend to lay low and glance at this one. I said something.

"I'll eat! I will eat... such a face..."

Then he opened his eyes and said, "It's Arn!" and apple attacks.

I put that in my mouth. I'll get it sharp. That's a lot of sugar. Sweet.

Master Calcirasto gave me the Yang Zi who stabbed the grape. Yeah, yeah? Pacri, Mogmog.

His expression gives him a shocked face. You were struck by lightning?

Now he's handing me the melon. Pak Pak. Yeah, yummy!

Master Calcirust opened his mouth wide and dropped his shoulder.

What, what the hell is that? What do you mean?

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